The black of the ocean waves was the color of the sorrow in my breast, a sorrow that was never far away and always visible.
Then it kissed me—not as a man would kiss a lover, not with tenderness or even passion. This was a kiss that stole the soul of men. Revulsion at this creature’s kiss was instantly replaced by the warm...
Iona stared at me for a long time. “You are going to leave me a widow before I have a chance to become a bride.
My life was going exactly where I wanted it to until the Devil showed up.
I did not choose to be a monster—a shell of a man—half-human, half-fiend. I am a tiefling. I am what I am.
I was once a man, not a great man, not a saintly man, but a good man, and a man nonetheless.
God himself had sent me away. I was truly now among the damned.
